The Gazidis emails (1)
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To: 'Arsene W'
11 Dec 2012
23:30
Hi Arsene,
First of all a
big “well done” (NOT) to you and the window lickers on the coach
home. How are we going to explain this one?
Your lack of
ability to pick up one of those cup things is becoming an issue with
the 'fans'. If you're not careful you're going to derail our gravy
train. I can only bullshit Stan so far. All those $130m ranches he
keeps buying, his nose will be increasingly attuned to the smell. I
know he knows nothing about soccer, but that's where we're supposed
to come in, and, you know, like, add value?
I'll keep
telling everyone that the 'fans' are happy because we're in good
financial shape (at least you and me are, eh?) and going to win
everything when the FFP regulations come in (heh, as if!!!), but it's
increasingly difficult to be even moderately convincing when we're
getting turned over by part-time northern monkeys used to playing in
the Rymans with a bundle of rags for a ball in front of two men and
one dog.
And no more
storming off and self-satire. Next presser I'm either going to have
to sit next to you or it's the manacles again.
Last thing, all
future player acquisitions are to be screened by Bouldie, the doctor
and me. We don't want any more oversized heads on pencil bodies that
can't stay upright even in the absence of opponents, fat Russians,
lazy Moroccans, fat, lazy and mad Brazilians, missing Germans or
slant-eyes that cost us £1m per ten seconds of game time. How can I
give it all that financial prudence blah blah when we've spunked
millions on someone not remotely likely to play for us? Ever?
Try to come
across a bit less mad or you'll ruin it for all of us.
Kind regards,
Ivan
Ivan Gazidis
Chief Executive
Officer, Arsenal Football Club
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To: 'Ivan'
12 Dec 2012
09:37
Hi Ivan,
Can I have some
money, please. Also, when you see Stan tell him these coats are
ridiculous.
Apparently, you can't say what you
think
I mistakenly thought political
correctness was sufficiently discredited as a guide to living that
we'd left it behind. That does not seem to be the case. There are
opinions you just can't voice, it seems. In a free speech
(supposedly) country, you should be able to say what you think. I
think programmes like Strictly Come Dancing are the worst form of
televisual slime designed to keep retards quietly licking their
windows. No, I've never seen so much as a single second. I hope I
never do. I hope Ant and Dec's car crashes into Robbie Williams and
they are all incinerated in a huge ball of fire. I would rather
attack my private parts with a cheesegrater than suffer sitting in
front of that sort of bland, pointless tripe.
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